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"Good. I'm glad," Isla says with a kind smile, turning with him and slipping her arm through his own as if they are a lady and a gentleman out for a jaunt somewhere. And she can't help but relax to hear that Nate is alright as well, though she's very aware that what the doctor shows to the world is not always what's going on in his head. "We will need to try and turn the VlamVloed into an inn, or something," she suggests, nudging him a bit. "Maybe more people will want to come and visit." She furrows her brow as he continues, unsure what he means until it suddenly clicks into place. "Oh," she says, "I... well. I'd have to think, probably. I know we are working hard to keep the Hollowed Grounds as a safe haven for the Ascended, so if you know any good defences we could try to set up, I'd appreciate it." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die